Emma's POV:
The walk to Alpha Nathan's estate feels endless.
Father leads. Mother stays close to my left side. Caleb walks behind me like a guard.
No one speaks.
My stomach twists.
Mother smooths my hair. Again. She's done it five times since we left the house.
"Remember what we discussed," she whispers. "Be respectful. Don't raise your voice. Let your father handle the talking."
I nod. My throat is too tight to speak.
Alpha Nathan appears first. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His gray hair swept back. Luna Margaret follows—elegant in a silk dress, her expression carefully neutral.
Behind them, Evan.
My heart stops.
He looks the same. Sandy hair. Warm brown eyes. The strong jaw I used to trace with my fingers.
Those eyes lock on me.
Shock floods his face. His mouth opens. Closes. Ope
